My Daughter's Husband Affair

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My Daughter's Husband

I laid wide awake in bed, my entire body shaking in anticipation. I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions. Nonetheless, the blood rushed through my veins, and my mind was a scrambled mess.

The front door to my apartment creaked open, and my daughter and her husband's hushed voices carried through the thin walls, although I couldn't make out the exact conversation. Keys clanked on the kitchen table, and then feet shuffled across the carpet, slowly approaching my bedroom door.

They were still practically newlyweds, having celebrated their first anniversary only a few weeks before.

"Are you sure this isn't some perverted joke?" Jared, my daughter's husband, asked as their voices drew closer. "I swear, Maya. If this is a set-up, I'll be pissed."

"Yes, I'm sure," she reassured him. "I talked with her about this a dozen times. She's at least as nervous about all this as you are, but she wants it, so don't keep her waiting."

My heart skipped a beat, and I pulled the bedsheets up to my chin.

"Remind me again why you're okay with this?" he asked. The footsteps in the hallway stopped, although it sounded as if he was standing right outside my door.

"Because she's my mom, and I trust both of you," Maya responded in exasperation. "She only even considered it because we're married. My only stipulation was that I watch, that I have to be there."

A moment of silence took hold, but then the bedroom door slowly opened, and the light from the hallway poured in. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing.

"Is she asleep?" Jared worried.

"Mom, are you awake?" Maya asked.

I kept my eyes closed but slowly nodded my head, still not quite ready to fully face the reality of what I was about to do.

"See, I told you," my daughter scolded her husband as she closed the door behind them.

I opened my eyes again to the darkness, just barely able to make out their silhouettes standing by the door.

"Get in bed with her," Maya said, giving Jared a small shove.

"This is so fucking surreal," he muttered as he inched his way to the bed.

I turned my head to face him, wondering if his eyes had adjusted yet to the darkness, although his hands blindly reaching out and feeling around for the bed told me otherwise.

My heart skipped a beat as he bumped into the king-sized mattress. He stood right next to the bed on the opposite side from where I laid. I closed my eyes again and tried to calm my nerves, taking slow deep breaths as the blood rushed in my veins and my panties moistened.

Jared pulled down the other side of the blanket, and then his body pressed the mattress down as he laid down next to me before pulling the covers back over him.

I sensed he was every bit as nervous as I was, but I felt frozen in place, praying and desperately wanting for him to make the first move.

"Be a man," Maya hissed. "She's lying there waiting for you."

Then he turned on his side and reached his hand underneath the blanket until it landed on my belly. The feel of his fingertips against my skin sent chills down my spine, but his hand almost pulled back as he realized I wasn't wearing a top, but then he calmed down and pressed his hand against my soft flesh.

He slowly let his hands drift up, his fingers moving through the valley between my breasts. His hand shook as he realized I was completely topless.

Then he began slowly and seductively circling his finger around my left tit, drawing in closer and closer to the center with each successive round until his fingers landed on my large nipple, and he pinched it between his fingers, making me gasp and hold my breath.

"Ms. Rodriguez," he whispered, clearly anxious.

"I think you can call me Rita now," I replied, trying to sound calm, even though I was a bundle of frayed nerves. "Since we're getting to know each other on an intimate level now and all."

He continued teasing my nipple, and I bit my lip to suppress a moan, but I arched my back slightly in response, pushing my breasts upward.

"They're not young and perky like Maya's," I lamented.

"They're bigger. They're luscious," he replied, quickly becoming more brazen as he realized I was allowing him free reign over my body.

He pulled down the blanket, and the cold air rushed in, instantly hardening my nipples.

Then he leaned forward and took my left tit into his mouth, suckling on me.

I looked up and saw Maya sitting down on the edge of the bed, watching intently.

Even in the darkness, I saw the crease of her smile.

Jared's lips let go of my breast, and I instantly offered him the other one, which he eagerly accepted. His lips clamped around my right tit, and my spine tingled as his tongue played with my nipple. I was already breathing heavily, my chest heaving as he suckled on me.

His hands went south, and he smirked even as his lips remained clamped around my tit when he realized I was only wearing panties down below. His hands felt rough yet comforting against my skin, and he began cupping my ass.

"I thought Maya was playing a trick on me, like it was some kind of prank," he whispered as his lips released my breast.

*****

My mind drifted back to when Maya first approached me with her proposal. After my divorce over ten years ago now, I'd sworn off marriage, although as Maya got older, she began encouraging me to put myself back out there as she left high school to go to college.

"I'll be away at school," she'd remind me. "You'll be home alone. You always used me as an excuse not to date, but now you have no excuse. You deserve love. You go to church every Sunday to help fill the void in your life, but you deserve happiness in your personal life as well."

"I'm perfectly content in life, and I can take care of myself just fine, thank you very much," I always insisted. "Besides, I'm just an old nag. No one would want me. Don't be silly."

That's how the conversation went every time my daughter broached the subject until about two months back.

"Jesus, mom," Maya replied. "You talk as if you're about to move into a nursing home. You're only 44. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have Jared. Don't you miss having someone to hold at night?"

I felt uncomfortable discussing physical intimacy with my daughter, even though she was 24 and a married woman now.

"Yes, sometimes it gets lonely," I begrudgingly admitted. But you know how it was with your father. All we did was fight. I just can't put myself through all that again. It's too exhausting."

Maya left well enough alone for a few days, but then she approached me again.

"What if you just had a no strings attached relationship?" she suggested, catching me completely off guard.

"What kind of woman do you think I am?" I scoffed.

"One who hasn't been fucked in over 10 years," she glibly shot back.

"You watch your mouth," I scolded, shocked at her crude language. "And it's been over 20 years," I quietly added.

"Damn it, mom, what are you, a nun?" she shot back. "Jared and I can't go a day without sex."

"Everyday?" I questioned, shaking my head in disbelief.

"You can't tell me you don't miss it," she challenged me.

I just shrugged my shoulders, and Maya sensed my defeat, so she left it alone, but then she brought the subject up again a few days later.

"Do you remember when I suggested you have a no strings attached relationship?" she asked.

"Oh God, this again," I sighed. "Do you want me to go on tinder and hook up with some stranger? What if he's a serial killer? Are you trying to murder me?"

"Jesus, mom, you listen to way too many true crime podcasts. You're not going to be the subject of a Dateline episode. The world isn't out to get you. Besides, what if it was someone you knew and trusted?"

"And who exactly would that be? Do you want me to proposition Mr. Chambers next door?" I scoffed. "Maybe I can get the whole neighborhood talking about what a whore Rita Rodriguez is."

"Oh God, eww, no mom. He's gross. I'm thinking of someone else."

"You've got a specific man in mind," I said as my eyes narrowed. "Who?"

"Jared," she calmly suggested.

I laughed, assuming it was a joke, but her face remained deadly serious.

"Wait, you cannot be real," I replied. "I raised you better than that."

"Better than what? Than wanting to help my mother."

"Helping your mother is stopping by to chat," I said in exasperation. "It's bringing me food if I've been working late and don't have time to cook. It's driving me back from your abuela's house when it's late because I don't like driving after dark."

"And it's also knowing you better than you know yourself," she retorted. "You're too stubborn, too prideful to ever ask for help. I know you don't want to upend your whole life for a man, and that's why I'm not pushing you to find romance."

"So, instead you push me to your husband," I said in vexation. "Make it make sense, mija."

"I know about your little toy stash in your bedside drawer," Maya coldly stated.

I was stunned to silence for a moment. "Does Jared know about this cockamamie idea?' I finally spoke again, ignoring her remark about my secret toys.

"No, I wouldn't mention anything to him unless you gave me the go ahead," she revealed, much to my relief. "But I know he thinks you're an attractive woman."

"Oh god, pray tell, how did that come about?" I said incredulously.

"He said his father gave him some advice before marriage. He said to look at the bride's mother before marriage because that's what your fiancée will look like 25 years later and decide if that's someone you will still want to sleep with every night. And Jared admitted that he found you attractive, and that's why he married me."

My heart nearly stopped. I was floored. I never had any sense that Jared ever viewed me sexually. He was my son-in-law, and though I felt close to him, I never felt close to him in THAT sense. Our conversations had always been cordial and friendly, but never bawdy or even remotely flirtatious.

Still, Maya was like a younger version of me, so his logic held true. We were both 5'3", although I had substantially more curves in my chest and hips with my 140 pounds compared to Maya's fit 120 pound body. Nevertheless, she had the same flat nose and wide eyes as me, as well as the same shoulder length dark hair hanging down.

Jared was the same age as Maya. They met at college and then moved in together shortly after graduation when they both got nearby jobs. He was a handsome young white man, about 5'11 and 165 pounds. He was fit and had a kind face. I was a little worried he wasn't Latino, but he seemed genuinely kind and caring, and I thought they were a good match, so I gave my blessing for their marriage.

Maya sensed my hesitation, so she didn't press the matter any further that evening, but she stopped by after work again a few days later and revisited the subject.

"So, have you given it more thought?" she asked.

"Given what more thought?" I replied, trying to play dumb, even though it was all I could think about the past few days.

"To sleeping with Jared," she coldly answered.

I hesitated, and she got excited. "So, you have given it thought," she realized.

I couldn't tell her I fingered myself to orgasm last night thinking about my daughter's husband. I couldn't admit that I fantasized about him all day at work. I couldn't tell her that my panties were soaked through at that very moment just from the mention of him.

"I can ask him if he's interested," she proposed.

"What if he's not?" I fretted.

"I already told you he thinks you're attractive. Besides, what guy could resist bedding a mother and daughter combination?" she pointed out.

I swallowed hard in disbelief that I was seriously considering her proposal. And then a question occurred to me. "What's in it for you?"

"Is it not enough that I want my mami to be happy?" she wondered aloud.

I shook my head no, and Maya laughed.

"Well, that is a large part of my motivation," she rebutted. "But it's more than that. Let's just say it's a test for him. You left papi because he was running around with younger women, even though you were carrying his child."

"He never slept with me again after I got pregnant," I seethed, recalling all my marriage difficulties. "He complained about everything after I got pregnant. He said I was too fat while I was pregnant, and that I didn't lose all the weight after. He complained that I spent too much time taking care of you when he needed me to take care of him. He said he just wasn't attracted to me anymore."

"Exactly," Maya agreed. "Maybe this is messed up, but taking the logic that Jared's father gave him, if he sleeps with you, then maybe he'll still want to sleep with me in 20 years. Maybe he won't be like papi."

"I feel like I'm being used," I laughed uncomfortably.

"Somehow I don't think you mind," Maya winked, and I couldn't deny her statement.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but fine, set it up with Jared," I decided.

*****

Jared was still sucking on my tit as I reached under the blanket to him. My hand landed on his chest where his pecs felt harder than I expected. I couldn't help noticing that he was still fully dressed while I only wore a pair of thin panties. His hands were all over my ass, even reaching under to feel me up, and I knew my panties wouldn't last much longer.

My hands drifted south to the bulge in his pants. I rubbed it from outside, and I could already feel his hard meat pulsing. My hands were shaking. It'd literally been decades since I'd been intimate with a man, since I'd felt his manhood against my palm as I wrapped my fingers around him. My movements felt clumsy and awkward, and I prayed that Jared didn't sense my apprehension.

Then Madonna's "Like a Virgin" came to me. "Touched for the very first time," her mezzo-soprano voice rang in my head.

I squeezed Jared's bulge, and it pulsed back in response.

"Did you find something you like?" he asked. "I think you've awakened the beast."

I looked to Maya watching curiously from the side of the bed. Even in the dim light, I saw the thin smile of approval on her face as she gave me a slight nod. Then I closed my eyes and knew what I wanted to do.

I sat up and rolled over toward Jared, positioning him flat on his back while I was curled up with my knees tucked close while I leaned over his abdomen.

I threw the blanket out of the way as I quickly undid his pants, eagerly pulling them down and revealing the outline of the large bulge in his boxer briefs.

My fingers slipped under the waistband and felt the warmth and hardness of his manhood. I wrapped both hands around him and then lifted them up as I began jerking him off, which forced his underwear out of the way.

"Oh God," he muttered. "I can't believe this is really happening."

My eyes lit up as if I cradled a precious jewel in my hands. Then I looked back to Jared.

"Can I suck you?" I timidly asked, still afraid to overstep bounds.

"Jesus, there's a question I never imagined you asking me," he laughed. "But it's also a question you never have to ask."

I grinned sheepishly as I turned back to his crotch. Jared's hands continued fondling my breasts and feeling up my ass as I savored his manhood. I literally felt my mouth drooling as I licked my lips and then leaned forward.

My lips parted, and his cock passed past them and into my mouth. I felt his warmth and tasted his skin on my tongue as I took in the bulbous shape of his head and the veins along his shaft.

I moved slowly at first, taking in as much as I could, although I struggled to take all of him. He pulsed in my mouth, and I almost gagged.

His two hands were still on my tits and ass, and then I felt a third hand. I looked up, and Maya was gently stroking my hair as she smiled down at me.

I felt guilty but grateful for her acceptance as I resumed sucking her husband's cock.

Jared's precum began leaking out, and I savored the slightly salty taste on my tongue.

I moved back and forth along his shaft as he pulsed in my mouth a few more times, and then I pulled off him and sat up.

My entire body was shaking as I sat there with his precum and my saliva dribbling off my bottom lip, breathing heavily as I turned to face Jared right as his fingers gave my nipple another pinch.

"I was enjoying the blow job. Why'd you stop?" he asked.

I looked him dead in the eyes as I responded. "Because I want you inside me."

*****

"He said yes," Maya told me two days ago.

I stopped in my tracks and nearly dropped the plate I was carrying over to the sink. Even after agreeing to sleep with her husband, it still didn't feel real, although it proved a potent fantasy in the days that followed as I scrolled through the pictures on his social media profile. I looked through the photos of him on my phone. They were all innocent pictures from dinners and family events we'd attended, but now I looked at them differently. Now I looked at him sexually.

But it all still felt like a fantasy, like I'd wake up one morning to find none of it ever happened, that I'd just imagined it all. The notion that Jared might find me even remotely sexually attractive still seemed far-fetched. After all, he might not mind sleeping with an older woman when he was an older man himself, but that didn't mean he wanted to sleep with me while he was literally 20 years my junior.

Or maybe common sense would prevail, and he'd just outright reject sleeping with his mother-in-law. As tempting, as alluring as the sins of the flesh were, they were called sins for a reason, and this would irrevocably change the relationships between myself, Maya, and Jared.

I didn't want to cause any friction in their marriage, yet the more I thought about it, the more that lust clouded my judgment, overriding all the naysaying voices nagging in the back of my head. I knew it was wrong, yet the more I tried to remind myself of that, the more the protests rang hollow.

My mind was already made up, even though I was reluctant to admit it.

I sat down at the dining table, my legs unsteady and still trying to comprehend the reality of what I was seriously contemplating.

"Are you sure he understands what you're asking of him?" I asked.

"Yes, mami," my daughter insisted. "He thought I was playing a joke on him or trying to test his devotion in our marriage, that I was trying to see if he'd cheat. It took a lot of convincing."

"So he doesn't want to sleep with me," I realized.

"Oh, it's quite the opposite. I think he was just afraid to admit it at first. But as he realized I was serious, he confessed how attracted he was to you?"

My head was spinning, as if I'd had the wind knocked out of me.

"I don't want him to sleep with me out of pity," I still worried. "Maybe you just made me sound so desperate that he didn't have the heart to say no."

"Stop it, mami. He's got it hard for you," she swore. "Right after he finally consented, we had mad, passionate sex. He was like a wildman possessed. You should've seen the way his eyes glowed and his nostrils flared. He was too ashamed to tell me, but I know it's because he was imagining you while he made love to me."

My heart nearly stopped all over again.

"I don't want to come between you and Jared. I don't want to cause issues in your marriage."

Maya raised her hand in the air. "Mami, I'm a big girl now. I can make my own decisions. Trust me, this is what I want. And you won't cause issues."

"Are you sure you're not forcing Jared to do this?" I asked, still concerned I was a pity case.

"I'm sure. And I don't want to force you to do it either. Just say the word, and I'll forget about all of this."

Suddenly the prospect of coldly dashing all my fantasies about sleeping with Jared deathly frightened me.

"No, I didn't say that. That's not what I meant," I replied, stumbling over my words.

"Maybe it's better if I bring Jared with me next time. You're both so anxious about it that maybe it's better if you just talk through it all."

My face turned pale. "Oh God, I don't think I could - I mean, it'd be so awkward," I stammered. "I actually think it'd be better if he just shows up to do the deed."

"Jesus, mom. Do the deed? It's sex. I'm an adult. You don't have to be so coy about it. You want him to fuck you. Just say it."

"I don't curse. You know that about me."

Maya laughed. "I know. But sometimes sex is more fun with a little dirty talk."

"I can't help who I am," I replied.

"And I love who you are, mami," Maya reassured me as she placed her hand on top of mine. "Now, have I settled all your concerns?"

I thought for a moment, and one thing still nagged at me.

"What's in it for you?" I questioned. "Why are you doing this?"

But Maya just laughed. "Because I love you, mami. And if there's one person in the world I trust to sleep with my husband and not steal him away, then it's you."

I took in her words, letting them sink in before responding. "You say you trust me, yet you insist on being there to watch," I pointed out.

Maya grinned and her eyes glowed with mischief. "That's not because I don't trust you. It's because I want to watch my God-fearing religious respectable Mami scream like a slut."

*****

Jared hooked his elbows under my knees and lifted my legs in the air as I laid flat on my back on the bed. He stared down at my dripping wet pussy, and there was already a large wet spot on the bedsheet underneath me.

He had pulled off my panties and all his clothes while repositioning himself, leaving him completely naked as he stood on his knees on the bed and looked down over my naked body.

Maya sidled up next to me on the bed as well. She was still fully dressed as one hand brushed my hair while the other caressed my breast.

My eyes darted back and forth between Jared and Maya.

"You know it's been 24 years since she's had sex," my daughter told her husband.

"Jesus, that's a lot of pressure," he cursed aloud.

My eyes peered down to his throbbing manhood, and I subconsciously spread my legs even wider. He was so much larger than Maya's father, and the prospect of taking him frightened as much as excited me.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about," I replied as I hungrily gazed at his thick meat.

Jared laughed, and then he inserted a finger in my pussy, and I let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as he proceeded to finger me for a minute.

"God, I didn't realize how much I missed being touched," I mused.

The wet sloppy sound of his finger sliding in and out of my pussy echoed off the walls, and the smell of sex and my arousal filled the air.

And then he pulled his finger out of me and made a show of licking off my juices.

"Is she ready?" Maya asked.

"More than ready," he answered glibly as my cheeks burned red while they talked so brazenly and lewdly about me.

He took his thick manhood in his hands and slapped it against my needy slit, just teasing me. His cock was so tantalizingly close to delivering the pleasure I so desperately desired, making me moan out in frustration.

And then he plunged into me, his cock bringing what felt like a knockout blow as my back arched, pushing my tits up into the air.

"Oh my God!" I cried out as the endorphins rushed through my body.

As I flattened back again on the bed, I look up to Jared and saw him standing triumphantly over me as his cock throbbed inside me.

Then he hooked his elbows under my knees and lifted my legs up in the air.

Maya leaned down and whispered in my ear, "That's how he fucks me, too."

My body started shaking as he began moving his hips, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of me.

He glided effortlessly back and forth through my slit as my wetness coated his shaft.

I looked up at him and saw the smile on his face.

"God, that pussy feels good," he crudely commented as he kept sliding himself in and out of me.

"Better than mine?" Maya asked with a smirk.

I felt ashamed all over again as I laid there letting my son-in-law ramrod me while my daughter watched.

"Yours is tighter," he told Maya, and my cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

"That's what it'll feel like after we have kids," she pointed out.

"I'd still tap that pussy," he crudely decided. His breathing became labored as he began pounding me. "Ain't a damn thing wrong with your mom's fuckhole. It still does the job."

I felt delirious hearing them both talk so lewdly. I knew they had a sex life, but I'd never heard such filthy talk in my life, yet they were so casual about it.

Maya lovingly brushed the hair from my face as she looked up at her husband. "You're still going to fuck me when I'm older like my mom with a busted body and a loose pussy."

"I'll still fuck you every day like I do now," he vowed.

"We'll see, big boy. You may need a little blue pill to get it up by then," Maya teased him. "Maybe it'll be you struggling to keep up with me by then instead of the other way around."

"If you're still spreading your legs as easily as your mom does, I don't think that'll be an issue."

"Do you want to fuck her every day like you do me?" Maya pressed on.

"Fuck!" Jared grunted. "I'll show you how much I'll still want to fuck you."

He leaned over with his arms pushed straight out on either side of me as he positioned himself over me.

My legs were still hooked behind his arms, and his movements pinned my legs back farther until my knees were almost to my breasts.

He had practically folded me in half, and my ass lifted off the bed as he began furiously pounding me.

My breathing grew heavier, but I studied his body as he hovered over me. I was effectively pinned down, and I peered down as his hard cock obscenely drilled into my body.

Each thrust was controlled but forceful as he drove himself deep into me.

"I never imagined you waiting naked in your bed for me to come and fuck you," he commented as he peered into my eyes.

I wanted to turn away, but I couldn't. His eyes were like magnets drawing me in.

"How does that feel for you?" he asked.

"Oh, so good," I confirmed through labored breath.

"You want me to keep fucking that pussy."

"Oh Jesus," I muttered, blushing as he talked so crudely to me.

Maya brushed the hair from my face again.

"Do you like being a slut for him?" she asked.

"Oh God," I kept repeating, my shame increasing but only turning me on more.

"You know he fucks me every day," she persisted. "Do you want him to fuck you every day? Do you want to be a slut for him every day like I am?"

"God, this is so messed up," I spat out.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jared asked, pulling back out of me as he sat back up on his knees.

"God, no," I cried out as I sat up and looked at him, my eyes begging him to re-enter me.

"Why don't you tell him what you want?" Maya encouraged me.

I stared at his hard thick cock dripping in my juices.

"Please," I begged weakly, my hands shaking as my eyes drifted up to meet his.

Maya leaned in so close I could feel her breath on my ear.

"Tell him exactly what you want," she whispered.

I closed my eyes to collect myself for a moment. And when I opened them again I spoke. "I want you."

I sat back again and spread my legs wide. "Please!" I screamed this time, my desperation laid bare, but Jared just laughed, which crushed me.

"Is mami's pussy needy?" Maya teased me as she caressed my cheek. "Why don't you tell him what you want him to do to you?"

I looked incredulously at my daughter and son-in-law. I should have had more pride, but I was shameless in that moment, a slave to my naked lust and desire.

"I want you inside me," I finally replied as I looked between them both, but Maya just shook her head and leaned back into my ear again.

"I want to hear my mami begging like the whore she is," she whispered almost sinisterly. "Tell him you're his slut."

I was so desperate, I didn't even flinch. "I'm your slut," I declared with firm resolve, and the smile spreading across Jared's face brought me relief.

"Now beg him to fuck you," Maya added.

I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

I hesitated. I never cursed. Calling myself a slut was already foul-mouthed far beyond anything I'd ever spoken, let alone thought before.

But I looked down and salivated over Jared's meaty cock coated in a glistening sheet of my juices. My heart nearly skipped a beat, and my still dripping pussy rained down like a leaking faucet.

"My poor respectable mami. There's no one else here right now to judge you," Maya insisted. "It's just me and Jared. No one will know. Not abuela, not your friends, not your church, not your co-workers. But I can see how badly you want it in your eyes. Just give it voice. Let me hear you say it."

My mind was a scrambled mess, my thoughts clouded by lust.

"Oh God, is it that obvious?" I sighed, my defenses quickly surrendering.

Maya just laughed at my desperation. "Tell Jared you want him to fuck you," she sternly replied, undeterred by my question.

I spread my legs even wider. "Please!" I pleaded.

"Say it," Maya insisted as her eyes grew wide.

"Fuck me, please," I said softly, my will defeated.

"Louder!" my daughter barked.

"God, I need to be fucked!" I finally spat out. Then I sat up and shamelessly looked Jared dead in the eyes. "Put your cock inside me. I want to be your slut."

Jared smiled as his hand finally released his hard shaft. He let it wave in the air for a few seconds as I stared at it lustily.

Then he pushed his hips forward, and his cock plunged into me, filling me with seven inches of hard meat, instantly delivering me to a state of nirvana.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I laid back down flat on the bed feeling like I'd been pierced by a cutlass, yet my legs spread wider as he throbbed and filled me with the satisfaction I so desperately desired.

"Oh God. God, that feels good," I admitted as his cock left my entire body shaking.

"Do you always confess your deepest sexual secrets to God," Maya teased me. "Why don't you try telling them to your new lover?"

I cried out in an intoxicating blend of shame and pleasure. Jared was my son-in-law. Maya was my daughter, yet there I was fucking my daughter's husband right in front of her. I knew it was wrong, yet somehow that only turned me on even more.

Maya turned to her husband. "You heard her say that she needs to be fucked, that she wants to be your slut. What are you waiting for? Go on and fuck this bitch."

"Oh Maya," I cried out, humiliated by her harsh words, yet my arousal only inched up even higher to the edge of orgasm.

My daughter gave me an evil grin as Jared began fucking me senseless. His cock sawed through my pussy, easily gliding along my juicy path with a sloppy squishy sound as his manhood bored out my hole.

"Why don't you talk to her the way you talk to me when we fuck?" Maya proposed to her husband.

Jared looked unsure for a second as he looked down at me. Then he squinted as he looked at me, and I couldn't hide the lust in my eyes.

"She gets off on this, doesn't she?" he realized as my daughter and son-in-law began lewdly talking about me.

"Is her pussy wet?" Maya asked.

"Like a fucking slip-n-slide," Jared laughed.

"Do you want to fuck her everyday like you do me?"

Jared looked down at me while pounding his cock into my pussy like a jackhammer.

"She's a good fuck. I'd fuck her every day."

"Do you want to be fucked daily?" Maya asked, turning back to me.

I cried out helplessly, unable to speak.

Jared laughed. "I think that's a yes."

Maya leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with us. We won't tell anyone else what a slut you are, or how you're fucking your own son-in-law."

My back arched, and I landed on the edge of an orgasm as I whimpered in surrender, my entire body shaking badly.

"Look at her, her whole body's on edge," Maya commented as one hand brushed the hair from my forehead while the other caressed my breasts. "My slutty mother. Now I know where I get it from."

"Fuck!" I screamed out, no longer able to contain it. The climax ripped through my body like a hurricane, taking over every last nerve and pore in my skin and soaking it in a boozy haze of pure unadulterated orgasmic release.

I went to scream, but no sound came out as I laid there with my body shaking as Jared paused to let the climax run its course while he held his throbbing cock inside me.

"Oh God," I finally stammered after I caught my breath. "I don't know what came over me."

Jared just laughed. "I think it was my cock all up in your pussy. And now I'm about to cum all over you."

And then he grabbed my hips and flipped me over so I was lying on my stomach on the bed.

His cock slipped out of me, but then he rolled over and pulled me up to my hands and knees while facing away from him.

"What are you doing?" I questioned as I turned back to look at him.

He stared at my ass with an almost maniacal grin.

"It's so plump and juicy," he remarked as he gave my ass a slap. "Look at that jiggle."

"Oh God, not in that hole," I worried.

Jared just laughed all over again at my fear. Then he reached under and ran his finger along the length of my sensitive and still freshly fucked slit, making me gasp in pleasure as my body shuddered and tingles ran down my spine.

"What about this hole?" he asked as his finger slipped inside me.

I bit my bottom lip as I audibly moaned, unable to contain my emotions.

"Maya's favorite position is doggystyle," he crudely informed me. "Judging by how you responded to me fingering you, now I know where she gets it from."

My daughter still sat next to me on the bed, and I turned to look at her.

Her hand reached under to tease my nipples again as she leaned in and whispered in my ear. "You really are a slut just like me, aren't you?"

I cried out, unable to deny her assertion. Maya was so close, I thought she might kiss my lips, but then she just gave me a reassuring kiss on the forehead, almost like our roles had reversed to where she was the mother comforting an upset child.

Jared pushed my legs a little wider, and then he tapped his cock against my pussy. I was dripping wet all over again in anticipation.

"I could get used to bumping against this sweet ass while tearing up this wet pussy," he declared as his cock pushed forward, plunging into me.

My back arched, and I looked up to the ceiling as if I was praying to the heavens.

And then Jared began pumping his cock in a steady rhythm.

"God, this pussy feels good," Jared declared. "How is my cock feeling on your end, Rita?"

"Just call her slut," Maya interjected.

"How does my cock feel, slut?" he corrected himself.

My cheeks burned red in humiliation, but my pussy felt like a bomb on the edge of explosion, dripping in arousal I couldn't deny as I cried out in a long wordless moan soaked in lust.

"Just like your slut daughter?" Jared teased her.

Maya leaned into me again. "Do you want him to fuck you like this every day?"

"Oh God!" I cried out at the very thought of it.

"We live so close by, we're already over here almost every day," she pointed out.

Jared pounded his throbbing cock even deeper into me, making me cry out in pleasure.

"He can fuck you in every room of your house," she persisted. "On the living room sofa. Fuck you from behind while you're bent over the kitchen table. You can suck his dick while you take a shower together. Is that what you want?"

"Is that I'm all good for now?" I protested.

"You didn't answer the question," Maya pointed out. "Do you want my husband to fuck you in every room in your house?"

"God, it's so wrong," I cried out.

"How can something that feels so right ever be wrong?" Maya countered as she squeezed my nipple and made me squeal in delight.

Jared was pounding me furiously by this point, his breathing growing more labored as his sweaty skin loudly slapped against mine in a violent collision.

I felt defeated, unwilling to admit I wanted to be my son-in-law's fuckdoll but also unable to deny it.

His cock pounded into me, clouding my judgement as my lust took over. I was insatiably horny.

"But how can you expect him to know you need to be fucked every day unless you tell him?"

I screamed out a cathartic release. "Damn it!" I cursed.

Maya sensed my weakening resistance. "It feels good, doesn't it? He can make you feel this good every day. You can be his personal slut too. You just need to ask him?"

"But he's your husband," I weakly objected. "He's my son-in-law."

"No one else has to know. It'll be our dirty little secret," my daughter assured me. "Just like you didn't know I was his personal slut. But I am, and I love it."

I turned to face Maya, my eyes wide open as I gazed at her in deadly seriousness.

"I don't want interfere in your marriage," I proclaimed, although the absurdity of my statement immediately struck me given that Jared's cock was currently impaled in my pussy.

Then Maya leaned down to me again until her lips were only an inch from mine.

"You told Jared on our wedding day that when you marry a girl, you marry her family," she reminded me. "So, you're already part of my marriage, and there's no getting out of it, so you may as well reap the benefits."

Then my daughter's lips touched mine. Softly at first, but then our lips parted, her tongue snaked into my mouth, and we began making out. My eyes closed as I surrendered to my daughter, but they opened again when she pulled back after a few seconds, and I saw her staring intensely at me.

"Now tell Jared exactly what you want," she firmly demanded.

I buried my head in the mattress for a second, but then I looked up to the heavens one last time as if gathering the strength or perhaps seeking forgiveness for the words I was about to utter.

I wanted to turn to face Jared, to look him in the eye as I finally said it, but I was too ashamed. Instead I looked ahead, but I saw the whites of his eyes in the mirror hanging over my headboard. Our eyes locked together in the reflection, and I knew it was now or never.

My body was shaking as he kept slamming himself, ramming his cock into me with reckless abandon, even as he kept my gaze.

"I want to be your slut," I finally spat out. "I want you to fuck me every day."

A thin smile spread across Jared's face as his manhood throbbed inside me.

I pulled my legs farther in under me, even as I spread them wider, inviting Jared to fuck me even harder, even deeper.

Jared slapped my ass so loudly, the sound echoed throughout the room. Then he thrust into me with such ferocity, the headboard slammed into the wall, making the mirror shake.

"Jesus Jared," Maya scolded him. "Answer the poor woman."

"Fuck, this is hot," he finally answered. "Fucking my wife and her mother whenever I want. Fuck yeah. Now that I know your mom's a hot slut just like you, I'm going to enjoy making her cum, hearing her scream in ecstasy every day."

I cried out in pleasure, so dangerously close to orgasm. My pussy was like a bubbling cauldron about to boil over as my tits swung back and forth with each hard thrust.

Then Maya pinched my nipples again. "I'm going to enjoy watching you be his slut," she whispered.

"Damn it, I can't hold it in," Jared responded.

"Are you going to cum in the slut's pussy?"

"Fuck!" Jared screamed.

"You're such a slutty mom taking your son-in-law's cum in your little cunt," my daughter teased me.

"Fuck!" I screamed, unable to contain myself, no longer caring if I swore.

Jared's body tightened up as he impaled himself in me, and his cock pulsed, sending me over the edge as the cauldron finally boiled over, sending my witch's brew of arousal spilling over the sides.

I let out an ear-piercing deafening scream loud enough to wake the dead as my climax detonated, feeling like it spilled out of every pore in my skin and permeated the room.

Simultaneously, Jared's hands pulled my hips tight against his crotch as he exploded in an emphatic orgasm, his cock firing off an avalanche of cum shooting off to all corners inside me.

His manhood expanded and contracted with each pulse as if he was reloading before shooting another slug of cum deep inside me with a guttural grunt until he'd fully drained himself and finally began to soften inside me.

His sweaty body collapsed in exhaustion, and I groaned in complaint as he slipped out of me and rolled over on his back next to me on the bed.

My own body was similarly spent, bowled over by the intensity of the climax, and I face planted down on the mattress, my muscles tense and spasming with the influx of blood flow and the rush of endorphins overwhelming my senses and transporting me to a euphoric state.

I laid there in silence, just basking in the glow of my sexual glory and the feeling of pure physical, sexual satisfaction.

Then Maya's voice cut through the haze, returning me to the present.

"Let's get dressed, honey," she said, reaching across to tap her groggy husband on the chest. "We've got to get back home so you can fuck me also. I went to work early this morning, so I still need my daily dose. You'd better still be able to get it up after putting my mom through the paces. After all, you've got two women to satisfy every day now."

Jared sat up and looked at Maya and me as a smile spread across his face.

"You women are insatiable," he replied in short bursts, still trying to catch his breath. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Then Maya looked down at me. She put her finger under my chin and guided my face to look up at her as she replied with a sly grin, "We'll be back tomorrow after work. I'm going to enjoy watching him fuck you every which way from now on."

I just stared at her, stunned to silence as she touched her lips and nuzzled her nose against mine.

"I love you, mami," she whispered with a sly grin.

"I love you, too," I replied automatically, although my head was still spinning, wondering what sort of Pandora's Box I had unleashed upon our lives.

*****

The end.